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Oh no! You find yourself trapped in a box! What will you do?

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You are the former United States Navy warship USS HOEL, now returned as a shipgirl and ready to kick Abyssal ass!

The next couple of days passed by without TOO much trouble. You and the rest of your ever growing squadron performed some more patrols and minor raids against the Abyssals, but the seas strangely enough had been largely quiet. Most of the shipgirls and the general public took this as a sign that momentum int he war had shifted back to humanity, and that the the conflict was reaching an inevitable end. However, quite a few, particularly the Admiral and the Captain, were quite adamant that the Abyssals were merely regrouping behind the safety of the Storm Wall.

At the base, however, things were a bit more eventful. As predicted, the Russian ambassador stopped by the base and threw quite the fuss, but was ultimately rebuffed by the Admiral who played dumb and directed him to complain to the President or the Japanese government. Meanwhile, the Russian shipgirls would not be seeing the frontline for the time being since pretty much all of them needed a serious overhaul due to years of neglect and improvised maintenance. You wryly note Shen and Akashi being impressed with Sukhbaatar's skills at improvisation, but a little less than enthused about the overall quality of her work, which was often rough and slipshod. There was going to be quite a lot of work to get her up to speed.

Right now, though, you were headed to the briefing room along with most of the base's shipgirls. Given the sheer attendance, you were sure that this was not going to be a regular patrol.

>You still got a bit of time. Maybe check on (specify)?
>Head straight to the briefing.
>Other

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Ruined buildings as far as the eye can see.
That's the landscape that is spread out before you.
Although you've only been here a couple of times it's blatantly obvious that Soul Society has seen better days.
And it's not just the sight what's wrong there.

Both you and Aaroniero can feel the abundance of reishi particles within the air.
It feels as if the shinigami went at each others throats only a few hours ago.
And the smell. Your nostrils are assaulted with the rancid smell of charcoal, dust and.... blood?

You look around curiously, sniffing the air intently all the while.
Until eventually your head snaps in one direction and you make your descent.
Only a few feet before you, under a pile of rubble you feel the stench of death slowly leaking out.
Frowning you tear off the sleeve of your jacket and draw Basilisco from its scabbard just enough that a few inches of its blade are revealed.

Sliding your index finger along the edge you draw your own blood and start smearing it on the piece of fabric in your other hand.
After finishing with it you tear off a long piece of wood, jam it between two rocks and finally tie the piece of cloth around the end of it.
Taking a few steps back you look at your work: ''Corpse here'' written in kanji so the reapers may find it before the poor guys remains start to decompose.

Satisfied with your work you jump back up to Aaroniero, trying to ignore the nagging thought in the back of your mind that's screaming ''You've written them in the wrong order!''
As you get up Aaroniero gives you a weird look.

''That was very unnecessary.''

''Even the dead deserve some dignity...''

''If that's what you truly believe then perhaps you shouldn't have scrabbled the words together.''

You slap your forehead in embarrassment.
''DAMN IT!
I knew it!''

''Then why didn't you change it?''

''Because that would have been awkward...
In any case, they'll get the message.''
You entwine your fingers and give them a good crack.
''By the way...''

''Hmmm?''

''Since you're the resident shinigami expert how about we start by going over some things.''

''That's a stretch.
Let's just say that I know more than most but less than I'd like.
Kaien... was the kind of person that I'd not associate myself with. If you catch my meaning.''

''So he... wasn't an academic?''

He shakes his head.
''Afraid not.
All he knows are the bare basics and what managed to stick with him.
He was rash, impulsive and operated more on instinct than on anything else.
So keep this in mind while we strategise.''
Then he reached under his coat and retrieved his mask.
''And while we're at it I guess I should put this back on...''

''I don't even know why you didn't put it back sooner.
Didn't the light bother you?''

*sigh*
''Menoly wants us to move together...''

''Oh!
And that means lights and windows for you...
Sorry. And congratulations.''

''Thanks.''

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PREVIOUSLY: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=Kuat+Collection

OPENING CRAWL: http://brorlandi.github.io/StarWarsIntroCreator/#!/AKTjy2VjkQBEpB9AEgU-

You and Admiral Reike along with several staff officers have gathered around the holotable to discuss the current strategic situation around Kuat. “As you can see here…” A Lieutenant points out the systems being taken over by the Yuuzhan Vong. “The Vong are slowly encircling Kuat and forcing barricades and blocks onto the major hyperspace lanes in and out of the system. Local defense fleets are slowing them down, but it’s only a matter of time before they’ve surrounded us.”

“And we can’t retreat?” you ask.

Admiral Reike explains. “Kuat is –the- major shipyard and research facility. KDY is headquartered here along with many other companies who build machines and vehicles for the war effort. Not just that, but from a spiritual point of view this is the home for many of our Starship Girls. We lose Kuat, the Empire could well follow.”

“Yes, Lord Vader and the Emperor are well-aware of Kuat’s strategic value,” says the Lieutenant. “Lord Vader is busy mopping up Vong fleets in the Outer Rim, he will bring Death Squadron to reinforce us within the week. As for the Emperor, he has already promised ships from Coruscant as well. More Starship Girls too will be coming to reinforce our position.”

“So we’re staying to fight?” you ask. “Against a force this size?”

“We have no choice,” says Admiral Reike. “We can chance a defense or we can give up one of the most strategically important planets in the Empire.” All of the Staff Officers look grimly at that. They know the stakes. Even you are grasping what’s at risk here. Like Admiral Reike says, this isn’t just another planet. This is Kuat. When the Rebellion was at its full strength before Scarif they never dared to attack Kuat, but if they did and if they succeeded they would’ve crippled Imperial production for quite a while.

But more important, this was home to a lot of the Starship Girls. Losing this place would probably destroy their morale. Like losing a regimental color, no worse, like having your homeworld razed while you’re on campaign. “We’ll continue normal operations as reinforcements arrive. Expeditions will continue as scheduled,” says Admiral Reike. “You’re all dismissed.” The Staff Officers salute, then start filing out silently.

F4 comes in through the door, beeping to get your attention. “Admirals.”

“What do you want, rustbucket?” you ask.

“Oh, okay. I was just here to give you good news about Finalizer wanting you to put a baby in her,” says F4. He turns around. “But I tell her you refused.”

HE WHAT. “Wait, you little-“ He stops, twirling his dome around. “… you’re pulling my leg.”

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Space Quest (NNO)

You are the captain of the spaceship Innvaa, the most technologically advanced ship of its time. Pulse cannons, shrapnel blasters, and fully stocked missile stores are what's keeping you from being shot to smithereens into the vacuum of the cold, black, dead void of space.

You're in charge of moving a large a amount of Phosmodium-Diocitrate, AKA what you call PDC, AKA what your two other crew mates affectionately call "Free Ion Credits". It's required by a federalist colony far from your homeworld, and you're tasked with moving it out to them.

You're currently asleep in your quarters, dreaming of your old life as...

>Axton Brox, A straight faced man who's aim with weaponry is unmatched.
>Amino Venturii, a refugee Inas who prefers using tactics and supporting from behind the front lines.
>Juncho-ABIA, an android girl who's a jack of all trades when it comes to combat.

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Twitter: @BeleagueredQM
Pastebin: http://pastebin.com/FEc6v8FP

Previous threads: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=beleaguered+prince+quest

You are Prince Meirion auk Gwyrren, the only sane man in a royal family with dubious concepts of strategy, justice, taxation, and governance in general. You have made it your goal in life to keep your family on the throne and your head firmly attached to your body.

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Sleep is for the weak and people who don't have access to rivers of pitch-black coffee. When you last saw him, Prince Haul was utterly scandalized by the brutal murder of your uncle and your cousin. Predictably, the guilty parties immediately confessed to all of his shady dealings (that they knew of) in order to frame him as the guilty party and avoid execution. Your brother was perturbed enough about the accusations to order the men imprisoned rather than summarily executed. An investigation will take place, but to be perfectly honest with yourself, this isn't something your brother can handle. You'll have to put do most of the legwork yourself.

Hence, coffee.

"I have the names of all the people who escaped arrest," Myrddin says. "I can see to it that the Crown Prince's investigation leads to them before they destroy all the evidence."

That's the obvious possibility, but Myrddin and you both know it's not the only one. Getting the evidence itself before it's all destroyed would be a little more difficult, but it certainly wouldn't be impossible, and if you can get your hands on that evidence, you can blackmail those men to your heart's content.

>[Intrigue/1d12] Hand the evidence over to Prince Haul for his investigation.
>[Intrigue/1d10] Collect the evidence for blackmail purposes.

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Previous: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/1393963/
Char Sheet: http://pastebin.com/fUKdUWLF
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Aizen Sosuke sat on the white floor of the training and testing room he had built to study the "strange abilities" of perhaps the only person he thought could one day be his equal, a time which he felt would come much sooner rather than later, if only she could learn to control the hollow side of her nature. He glanced up from his not book, watching her as he absent mindedly took note on her current condition as she sat motionless a few yards away from him. It was clear that the white haired Shinigami....Shichūkū rather, as that was the "Proper" name for what she was, was under a great deal of strain and stress. Sweat poured down her face as smoke as black as the night's sky pour and swirled around her, forming demonic looking and wolf like faces.

Aizen frowned, turning back to his paper to write "Subject appears to be under a great deal of stress, it almost looks like she's pained I can only imagine what is going on in her mind as she seeks a way to....control herself, that hollow side of her. Her Reiatsu is clearly visible in large plumes of black smoke that create frighten images as it swirls around her. Her power is...well from what I can feel alone she is already about as strong as she was when she first lost control of her nature due to my actions. I can only hope she is winning whatever battle she is faced with, I will need to ask her about what happened to achieve more of an understanding about what she is and what it even means to be a Shichūkū. Since most of what I have written so far is simply theory based on my observations of her in the one case of her "Hollowfiying", which put her well above most if not all hollows I've faced and even a good many of our comrades in the soul society. It is clear that releasing her hidden nature, she gains a great power and strength, currently at the cost of her human mind. This is all I am sure off"

The lieutenant pauses for a moment to glance at Kemuri Kimi, his dear friend. Her face contorts with pain as he looks, her scars seeming deeper as the clouds of smoke around her begin to resemble storm clouds. His frown deepened, and he moved one of his hands to his Zanpakuto, now balancing his collection of notes on his legs. A precaution in case Kimi lost whatever she was fighting against, and went berserk as she had when he had exposed her to his own brand of hollow bait.

Taking a breath, he continued to write.

"I can only guess if her stranger abilities and attributes are caused by her dual nature. Her ability to take bites and attacks of hollows that would've crippled others without anything more than bruising, even though by all means she should've lost a limb from the force of the attack at least or her ability to turn to and from smoke with such ease as one would have with snapping their fingers. I must assume that they are by products of her Shichūkū nature but"

Cont

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Dungeon Civ takes place inside a stereotypical RPG Dungeon.

You are a race of Slimes living on the 55th floor of the Dungeon. Floor 55 is a Ruined City which grants defensive bonuses. The most recent Dungeon God has granted all the creatures on your Floor sentience and the ability to grow beyond their initial parameters. You were a mid level boss named Kulnarth (the all consuming) a Royal Slime.

Recently you fought a giant machine, saved its core, and named it Woolsworth. He makes techy things for you. You've also begun your invasion of the Demon Lord Eciscorax's realm. Your Floor also become Level 3 recently.

>Stats
Breeding determines how quickly your race spawns and respawns, and the Floor unit cap for your race.

Melee determines how well you fight with Melee weapons, and the maximum level of Melee weapons your race can equip. Also determines your base defense against Melee attacks.

Ranged works like Melee, but for Ranged weapons. Ranged weapons do less damage than Melee weapons on average. Also determines defense against Ranged attacks.

Magic determines what type of Magic you can equip. Equipping a type of magic will often change your type conferring bonuses and weaknesses. Also determines the strength of your magic and defense against magic.
(Some magic will require a Melee or Ranged roll)

Technology is useful for building and detecting traps, and determines the best equipment your race naturally produces. Also effects accessory limits.

Diplomacy affects party size, trade, and your diplomatic interaction with other races. Also determines whether or not you can accept a certain race into your Hero's Party.

Many of these can be improved or modified.

>Heroes

A hero is a unit well above the average for its race. Some Dungeon Races generate Heroes naturally, others have to work towards them. Heroes are allowed to equip special equipment and act independently of their racial holdings.

Sometimes a group of Heroes will descend into the Dungeon from the Outside. These are almost always powerful beings hoping to challenge the Dungeon God. It is not unheard of for such Heroes to annihilate entire Floors.

>Floor

The Floor is your world, but that doesn't mean you know all its secrets. Becoming the dominant Race on a floor can allow you to increase its Level.
Floor 55 has recently become a level 2 Floor.

>Stronghold

The Stronghold is the center of your Race's power. Heroes will rest here when not on assignment or questing. And the items of fallen Adventurers and Heroes will be stored here. If your Stronghold is destroyed all of your basic racial units on that floor will die immediately leaving only your Hero units. Your Stronghold is the Ruined Baths zone next to the Floor starting area.

>Dice

All rolls are 1d20 best of three. Your roll will be modified by magic, equipment, accessories, racial bonuses, and other modifiers as deemed necessary.

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Fire dances across your fingertips. It coalesces into a flickering sphere in your hands. You take the last moments you have to concentrate, you pour vys into the fire to compress the ball you've created. The flames themselves shrink, but their intensity grows until they become painful to look at. A miniature sun shines in your hand.
>vys: 17/20

You turn you gaze back up to the beast lumbering towards you. The pulsating mass of stretched flesh shambles forward on misshapen legs. Formerly illuminated by some remaining ancient lantern, the beast is now rendered clearly in the blazing light emanating from your hand. You notice your spear still sticking impotently in its side, twisting in time with the motion of the creature. The amalgamation of matter surges towards you, sweeping at you with one of its many bloated arms.

Before the thing can reach you though, you decisively cut the flow of vys to your ball of fire. You immediately shift your focus to protecting yourself from the flames you just lost control of.
>vys: 16/20
Your ball of fire explodes outwards and envelopes the room. You close your eyes instinctively as the roaring flames pass over you, but the action does nothing to reduce the light. Your breath shortens as the air around you is forced away or consumed in the flames. You lower yourself to the ground, still maintaining your concentration in spite of the lightheadedness and the gurgling screech of pain from the beast in front of you. The flames leave you untouched. After they pass, only darkness remains in the room, a faint light barely visible from the hallway beyond.

You stand and ignite a flame on your fingertip to illuminate your surroundings. The metal walls and ceiling are black and charred, but air flows back into the room quickly despite the fact that you're underground. You pause to catch your breath. The ventilation was apparently unharmed by your blast of fire. Whatever other equipment previously existed here, however, has been obliterated. Metal slag is littered across the floor and against the walls. The light fixture that previously illuminated the place has been destroyed. Its shattered pieces join the rest of the broken fixtures that line the floor, its mysterious fuel source snuffed out with the destruction of its container.

At the center of the destruction is the charred mass of flesh, greatly diminished. Its body could be described as having a gaping hole in it, but really there's more hole than body. Still, the thing stirs. You walk over to it and with a small effort of will expand the flame on your fingertip, eating the flesh away with a steady stream of fire until nothing but twisted bones remain of the abomination. You smile despite the grotesque scene. Fire really never lets you down.

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OH SHIT NIGGER(s) it's an adventure about killing vampires n shit.

4 vampire hunters is going to infiltrate a vampire castle to kill the head vampire there for casting a spell than kept the world at perpetual night time.
Each hunter needs at least 1 player to be the voices in their head to tell them what to do n shit.

Just name yourself something with the highlighted title under the hunter to identify which team you're going with. Example: Regular Hunter Faggot -> Controls Oswell the regular Hunter
Need at least 1 player for each dude

Currently the party is snooping around the second floor, looking for vampires to kill.

Previous threads:
http://pastebin.com/sR3G3F2A
https://www.mediafire.com/folder/ici3zlnn9ytyy/ADVENTURES

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Runeterra, the magical earth.Magic flows around it like a dancing wind and a natural force that empowered the world.

In the continent of Valoran, wars rages across the land. Magic was used as weapons that leads to destruction of the land, perverting the land and it's creature into a horrific monsters. The league of Legend was formed to minimize the damage to the land and help solved conflicts in smaller scale with each factions sending their champions to battle in an arena.

But conspiracies and conflicts still lurks outside the League.

Where are you from,young male?
>Demacia,honorable heroes protect the people and it's justice (Knights)
>Noxus, Might makes right and cunning is king (warlords)
>Ionia, those who seek to live in harmony and balance with the world (eastern martial arts)
>Freljord, Survive the cold and unforgiving land, and become strong (vikings)
>Zaun,Unfettered development of volatile technologies and reckless industry. (biopunks and steampunk)
>Piltover,thriving, progressive city whose power and influence is on the rise. (dieselpunk and steampunk)
>Shurima, The sea of sand where once a great empire stood (Earthbenders)
>Bildgewater, Take everything and give nothing back (pirates)
>The Void, Hunger rules all (eldrict monsters )
>Mount Targon, warriors that worship the celestials (spartans and roman gods)
>Shadow Isle, the dead rise to conquer (ghost and undead)

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You think back to the farm, your home.

The last time you were there, you were a boy.

You worked with your father and he taught you the land.

You wanted adventure. You wanted more from life and you got it.

Here you are now, one year, a slave.

But today, you escape.


You are in a small room with a single door and a small window. It is furnished with a straw mat for sleeping. Something is poking out from beneath the mat.

>What do you do?

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You, worthy Anon, are the brave soul that inhabits the characters that populate the Drawquest Menagerie!

The adventure is yours. Each saga you choose the setting, and create the main character, and I provide the adventure!

This is the perfect thread to start playing as it is the beginning of a new saga.

At the beginning of a new saga you can vote to play a previous main character from another saga instead of making up a new character if you so choose.

Once a new Saga has begun, you can choose any side characters you may have picked up in a previous Saga to take with you as companions - though you might have to earn a character token inside the quest first.

(Last Saga: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=halp)

How to play:
You can post anytime - I often will not give you any options or prompts, assume you can always reply to any post I make. The only exception is when I type 'cont' at the end of a post, that means there will be a follow up post to complete the scene.

So, let's get started!

Choose all options that apply to your character:

>[]I wish to play as Judah from Profiteer Saga
>[]I wish to make a new character

If making a new character:
>[]I am male/Female (Choose one)
>[]I am a child/teen/adult/elderly (Choose one)
>[]I am (Race) (Ex: human/Elf/Monstertruck)

Finally:
>[]Choose the setting of this Saga (Ex: Sci-Fi, Fantasy, Pirates, Microscopic world, etc.)

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Welcome back to Dark Empire Quest, where you the players aid the reborn Emperor Palpatine and Imperial Commander Alana Tyrna as they fight to rebuild the Galactic Empire after the crushing defeat at Endor and the subsequent collapse. We will guide their choices, deal with the consequences of their actions, and work to ensure the Empire rises once again.

Important links:

Archive
>http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=Dark+Empire

Pastebin for info dumps (Check the new character list!)
>https://pastebin.com/u/Timekiller21

Twitter feed I use to announced planned game times.
>https://twitter.com/DarkEmpireQuest

This is the map system I use for planning
>http://www.swgalaxymap.com/

And this is a gold mine resource for Star wars info, take with a grain of salt since this universe follows its own continuity.
>http://starwars.wikia.com/

I allow between ten and twenty minutes for voting depending on the importance of the issue and how divided the vote is. If the vote is tied up, I usually allow an extra five minutes for a tie breaker, and if no one votes, I roll for the tie breaker (The will of the dark side).

I always try to incorporate (and encourage) write ins if they don't violate the spirit of voted decisions, though I may edit or tweak them to fit better.

I also am always open for questions. I'll just ask that they stay relevant to current events in the quest, or at least the near future.

***

Previously:

>>1456857

Alana scored a decisive victory over the Rebels at Trellen, though at great personal cost. With that, coupled with Yazz's victory over the Imperial Remnants at Corellia, a vast swath of the Core is now under Rebel control. Not to mention a crushing victory over the Rebellion was scored at Kuat, bolstering morale across the Empire. More immediately, Darth Cythera is seeking to find and kill Jedi Master Luke Skywalker. She has learned his location from a group of bounty hunters. They informed the Dark Lord that Skywalker has established a small Jedi training facility on the frozen world of Rhen Var.

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PURPS

“You know, I wish we could just kill this thing and be done, is there such a thing as a simple job?” You complain, as the two of you loiter outside the carriage containing the sirens.

“Well, yes. This just isn’t one.” Verde states simply, looking a bit bored. Suppose it’s better than both of you being frustrated. “If it helps, I’m annoyed, too- but all yelling is gonna do is ruin my blood pressure.”

“Vhen Lex told you about this, he did say that this vas important.” Honamurei says chidingly, “Vhat did you think he brought you here to look tough and scare people off?”

Luc pipes in after a huge yawn, “She’s right. Master Lexington wouldn’t divert us if it wasn’t important.”

You look to Verde for support from this two pronged attack and the mercenary looks up from waving her… thing at the ceramic sword. “They’re right. Neither of us would be here if it was just some bandits or stalker. That would be below my pay grade and likely none of your concern.”

You don’t let your impassive face crack, but the smug smile from Hona makes it clear she knows she’s at least irked you a little.

> [CONTENTMENT] Take Luc to bed

> [DETERMINATION] Ask Verde how she wants to rotate watches

> [FRUSTRATION] Flop down into bed in Sirens’ carriage

> Write-In


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